"I s'pose I ought," and Dorothy sighed; "but it's hard to have my birthday things upset. Aren't you going to punish her, Mother?"
"Oh, no; she didn't mean to be naughty. She was only mischievous. I'll mend your pillow, and the soiled one can be laundered."
Dotty's anger was always quick to come and quick to go, and she smiled brightly, as she said, "all right. I'll forgive her this time, but she's got to stop that kind of teasing."
"I'll speak to her," said easy-going Mrs. Rose; "how do you like Dolly's picture?"
"Lovely, isn't it? Did you and Mrs. Fayre know about the frames?"
"Yes; and we wanted them to be alike; but I had to urge you to take this instead of that other pattern. Remember?"
"Yes, indeed," and Dotty smiled to think how determined she had been in the matter, but had at last yielded to her mother's judgment.
"Oh, there's Dolly!" she cried, as she saw the shade go up in the opposite window. "Hello. Happy Birthday!" she called out.
Dolly returned the greeting, and the two girls waved their respective photographs at each other, and then both began to get dressed.
Dolly, too, had a morning visit from her sister.